i linger(ed).

i’ve been silent for a while. yeah, i know i may not have a lot of blog posts to begin with, so technically i was/have been/am silent. not that i ran out of topics to write about. truth is, i have a lot of “going-on” these days that i consider blog-worthy. like the time i left the company, for good.  (wow. i really breathe easy when i say that.) like how i appreciated and missed my workplace friends. like the highlights of my otherwise dull recent-work experience. like my thoughts about my current “crushing”. so much to write about, so little time to actually sit down and write about them.

but now that i have laffy (i’m bad at naming things, i know. so friends, i’m open to suggestions.) for four days now, i oblige myself to write as often as possible. 

and today, while taking a short break from one of my tutorial sessions, i read mitch albom’s have a little faith. here i found nice thoughts about religion, faith and God.  i think i’ve been so busy in making myself rich lately that i spend less and less time talking to Him or simply thinking about Him.

so yes. let’s talk about religion. or let me just relay albom’s and the rabbi’s wise words. they made me think, contemplate and eventually “renew” my faith.

albom: we live in a word where genes can be mapped, where your cells can be copied, where your face can be altered. heck, with surgery, you can go from being man into woman. we have science to tell us of the earth’s creation; rocket probes explore the universe. the sun is no longer a mystery. and the moon, which people used to worship? we brought some of it home in a pouch, right?

so why, in such a place, where the once-great mysteries have been solved, does anyone still believe in God or jesus or allah or a supreme being of any kind? haven’t we outgrown it? isn’t it like pinocchio, the puppet? when he found he could move without the strings, did he still look the same way at geppetto?

the rabbi: now. my turn. look, if you say that science will eventually prove there is no God, on that i must differ. no matter how small they take it back, to a tadpole, to an atom, there is always something they can’t explain, something that created it all at the end of the search.

and no matter how far they try to go the other way—to extend life, play around with the genes, cone this, clone that, live to one hundred and fifty—at some point, life is over. and then what happens? when life comes to an end?

albom shrugged. the rabbi continued.

you see? when you come to an end, that’s where God begins.

now. that's some food for thought.